His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

“This one says I bagged a billionaire with that kind of apron swag.”

We both burst into giggles.

”

“Jealousy,” Sophia said, flicking one with a scoll. “This one says your boyfriend is too hot for you. Should we fight?”

I snorted. “Report them. For being tasteless.”

She laughed. “Honestly? That was one hell of a show. The chemistry? Electric. The views? Crazy. Your highest so far?”

“By a landslide.”

“Then you need to milk it,” she said, pulling her hair into a bun like she was about to coach me. “That’s how you chase the bag steady.”

“I’m listening.”

Sophia nodded. “Live shows are your thing now. People eat that up. Maybe not every episode, but often enough to keep them hooked.

I thought about it. She was right.

”

I grabbed my phone and updated the show’s page: Because of the overwhelming love, I’ve got something fun planned. Who do you want to see on the show next? Drop your dream celebrity guest below!

Sophia leaned in. “Now we wait. But while we do, I’m stealing your chocolate.”

“Take it. But that’s your appearance fee for being the most dramatic hype woman alive.”

She laughed, ruffled my hair, and headed out.

I curled up in bed, my body finally catching up with how little sleep I’d had the night before thanks to a certain someone and his “punishment.”

I closed my eyes.

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Just a five–minute nap, I told myself,

It turned into hours.

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When I finally blinked awake, dusk had already stretched its fingers across the sky. I grabbed my phone, still groggy, and opened Instagram.

And nearly dropped it.

Thousands of comments.

Thousands.

The vote post I’d made?

Exploding.

But it wasn’t just the numbers that got me.

It was the name.

Mason.

Over and over and over again.

People weren’t just suggesting him. They were demanding him.

And then, a new post appeared.

Mason’s official page.

Blue check and all.

A candid shot of him in the studio with a mischievous glint in his eye, captioned:

“Okay, Chef Emily… in or out?”

Oh. My. God.

The comment section was mayhem. Tags. Emojis. People shipping us. People calling it a challenge. Others asking if Liam would be cool with it.

I stared at the screen, heart racing.

This wasn’t just hype.

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This was a trap.

:

Because now the whole world knew Mason was willing.

If it didn’t happen?

They’d say it was my fault.

I threw the blanket over my face and screamed into it.

Why was my life like this?

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It had been twenty–four hours since Mason’s post broke the internet, and Liam hadn’t said a single word about it.

No text. No reaction. Nothing.

Either he hadn’t seen the buzz, or he was pretending it didn’t exist. And with Liam Black, both were equally possible.

But I knew I had to talk to him. He was my boyfriend now. His opinion mattered, even when he acted like it didn’t.

We were out by the pool behind his mansion, tangled in one of those easy, post–swim silences. I was curled up in his lap, my head resting on his bare chest, and the warm breeze swept over us like a whispered secret.

He’d just declared our dip “the official welcome–back to inside–the–pool activities” whatever that meant. It was silly, but I couldn’t help laughing and playing along.

Still, my mind hadn’t exactly been on the water.

I was thinking about Mason. Or more accurately, the storm building around his name. Liam’s fingers brushed up and down my spine like he already knew I was overthinking. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice low and lazy.

I hesitated. “Did you see the post I made? About asking fans to suggest the next guest?”

He hummed. “Yeah. And I saw what they said too. This about the singer boy that still hasn’t accepted he lost?”

I turned my head, tapping his chest lightly. “You say it like he’s wooing me or something.”

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“Isn’t he?” he replied, eyes still closed. “It’s cute how you act clueless. Even the blind can see the guy’s into you.”

I sat up a little. “Mason is just a friend.”

Liam opened his eyes and met mine. “Irrelevant. The point is, your audience wants him. That’s what this is about, right?”

I nodded. “The votes are insane. I mean, it’s not just trending. It’s everywhere. I needed to know how you feel about it. I didn’t want to do anything that would make you…”

“Let him come.”

”

I blinked. “Seriously?”

His lips lifted. “Emily, I meant it when I said I love you. And love… sometimes means stepping back when you want to charge in.

I searched his face, unsure if he was just putting on a mature front or if this was actually Liam 2.0.